CHUNS

It was late when I ran into Patrick Dreaming Bear in the streets of Rapid City, South Dakota.

After we embraced he asked, "Got a smoke?"

"I might have a pack of chuns." I hadn't seen Dreaming Bear in a minute. For him I was happy to take off my backpack, to give something to my friend. "How you been?"

"Okay. Helping my moms. She's at Star Village. Staying there with her, making sure she's taken care of. I still come out here sometimes. This is where my friends are."